So this is my small tribute to Temari. 'Cause she's too cool for words. And I try to type them anyways. Yeah. I'll definitly be typing more of these, 'cause I luffs Temari-chan.
It was raining.
Hard, fat, wet droplets that poured onto the hungry sands of Sunagakure like a flower soaks up the sun. It was the end of the summer, and the desert was still a rolling wave of heat.
But today.
And tonight.
It rained.
And she loved it. Standing outside her building, looking up into the sky, her sandy blonde hair plastered to her skull and face, she stood in a silent moment of reverence to the open clouds. She allowed herself these small aesthetic moments very rarely.
A shinobi wasn't supposed to feel.
Shuddering, she smiled up at the rain, feeling the beads roll off her soaked kimono and into the ever-thirsty desert.
How could she enjoy the rain so much and feel so cold?
